Amelia Eve Nude Novels & Stories

A red that calls for biting and kissing. I take my bottle of perfume. A drop at the base of my neck. One on my wrists. One last, intimate, between my thighs. An invisible promise, a secret weapon. He’ll only have to come close to be ensnared. When I straighten up, I feel my legs shaking with excitement. I glance at my reflection one last time. It is no longer Tania, fragile and hesitant, standing there. It’s a woman ready to bend Lucas, the man every woman desires, but who is waiting for me, tonight.

- She spoke softly, not wanting to falter in the eyes of the public. She linked hands with mine,her manicured nails digging into my cotton coat. I smiled, nodding with approval - Away from the paparazzi and from the public's probing looks, the only place where Irina could truly reveal her true colors. We took a sharp turn, disappearing from the public's view.

The air was thick with a nauseating scent. As I approached the bed, my whole body began to shake uncontrollably. Eve lay there, naked and motionless, like a shattered doll. Her face was ghostly pale and damp with sweat, while her hair was a tangled mess, with strands sticking to her cheeks. Her body was covered in bruises, with red scratches crisscrossing her skin. Eve’s lower half was in an even worse state. A beer bottle, its neck stained black, was roughly lodged there. The surrounding skin was swollen and raw, the dried blood dark and crusted.

I know Kayla is our personal maid but not this personal, I mean she's way too close. "I got your call. What's the matter?" I asked. "It's natural to call my Luna into my study right?" He asked with a weird smile. "Leave us." He said as he turned to his Beta and then to Kayla. They walked hurriedly and shut the door behind them. Alpha Elliot stood up and moved to me casually, holding my both hands and staring deep into my eyes. "Amelia is already in our park. Aren't you glad.?" He asked. I glanced at his weird look

She then went on to suck Hasley’s tongue, and Hasley moaned. Once again Amelia broke the kiss and whispered in Hasley’s ear, “Don’t worry I’m not mad at you or at Nolan, Hasley dear.” She kissed the tip of Hasley’s ear. In one fluid motion, Amelia shed her lacy slip and stood in front of Hasley. Hasley eyed her hungrily. Amelia’s breasts weren’t too large, but they looked firm and upright. Her hips were incredible, and she didn’t have a hint of hair down there. Unable to help herself, Hasley moved toward Amelia and fastened her mouth on Amelia’s breasts.

Amelia waited until she was sure the coast was clear and Sera had indeed left for the farm, then she pulled out a a camisole and very short shorts. She would have preferred to wear one of the lace lingeries that used to drive Lucas wild in their short marriage, but that would have been too obvious, and she couldn’t afford to look like she was actually trying to seduce him…even though she actually was. Actually if the goddess was on her side, maybe she’d make him so horny that he’d finally fuck her and they could have a secret affair.

Both of them were completely naked inside the water, the water was too clear that their reflection and body were exposed to everything around them. Amelia's body was smooth and fair, not comparable to any normal woman or even a princess from any country. But there were many scars on her body, all of them were deep and none removable. It was such a pity that many scars had seized flesh on her body. But even if the scars were ugly or anything, she wasn't bad looking. Those scars were rather fresh and gave off warlord vibes. Water was moving every second, and it was peaceful, nothing out of ordinary. But then Amelia spotted something in the water.

It was quiet for a while right before the screams and howls of agony once again filled the air and then it was quiet again. She then emerged from the trees after some time, naked and covered in blood and possibly other body fluids, levitating on top of the field that was soaked in blood. As she moved the blood on her skin disappeared and a black dress with a thigh long slit appeared covering her naked body. The way she moved was fucking sensual, the sway of her hips arousing. For the first time since Amelia died, Ace reacted to a woman. “There is something about her that I just can’t quite put my finger on it” I hear Ace say in the back of my mind and I agree with him because it was the trut

Suddenly, she hooked up a seductive smile and touched the zipper on the collar of her own chest and pulled it down quickly. She took off her skirt directly and stood naked in front of Michael. She actually wore nothing inside. Michael was so frightened that he closed his eyes right away. "Amelia, please behave yourself." "Is she as beautiful as me?" Amelia held her head high confidently, and her fingertips gently touched her waist that was without proud flesh. She had indeed drunk a lot of wine today and was already dizzy. She was completely unaware of what she was doing. Michael turned around with a rush and turned his back to Amelia.

Utterly devoid of any article of clothes, Camelia, the Supreme Daughter of Castitas, was awkwardly placed on the chair with her hands shackled behind her back, her legs spread, and her hips pushed forward in an exhibitionistic display that teased the height of shame. The creator of such a brazen display, Sol, the shameless prince, narrowed his eyes lovingly as he viewed her in all her naked and depraved glory. Despite her growing age, her pussy was tightly shut and devoid of any pubic hair. The glistening trail of clear liquid slowly trailing down from her closed snatch was truly an enticing and erotic sight.